I Typed a Bunch of Words

Oceans, seas, waves, wind, air, water, leaves, spring, seasons, hearts, love, life. The poem keeps writing itself. From one word comes many from one word the meaning flows like waves, wind, water, seasons, hearts, love, life. So intricately connected, the meaning is a chance granted by our broad perception of connection. Our chances like wind, our hearts like water, our perception like the sea, ever changing: relaxing. swelling. sloshing over the limits of reason. The flip side of reason, but reason none the less. The place where deep waters hold truth, cleverness, association and connection. Create with words something beyond what the individual words mean and suddenly sea, air, wind, love, life, and seasons speaks in silent, busy, beautiful thought; sprinting, stumbling, beating after the hearts that dare to share in the uncharted waters of poetry.